Is Not

Mike: That cat gets more antisocial every day.
Me: Really? Maybe to you. But to me? You think he hates me?
Mike: Look at him. He hates everyone.
Jolee: (Glares from completely inaccessible spot between the legs of dining room table)
Me: Oh, he just doesn't like to be touched in the afternoons, that's all.
Mike: HE DOESN'T LIKE TO BE TOUCHED IN THE AFTERNOONS!? What is he, the Prince of--?
Me: Well, he just doesn't.
Mike: He's a scumbag.